You don’t belong with me (4/10)
Title: You don’t belong with me [4/10]
Pairing: Jonghyun x girl!key(Gwiboon), platonic Minkey, 2min(girl!taemin) and quite a few others
Rating: PG
Summary: Gwiboon (also known as Key), is in every way the college’s reigning queen bee- the one that every girl hates but wishes to be. Unfortunately, people like her don’t get the boy of their dreams (handsome, charming neighbor boy with his own rock band) because she’s just not his type; he needs to be with the devoted nerdy girl pining for him. Or is it?
A twist on the usual ‘nice nerdy girl gets boy’ theme!
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Taeyeon tapped her foot to the heavy beats of the song that she was plugged into. She felt the stirrings of the desire to dance but tried hard to quash it away.
“Aren’t you attending dance practice today?” She felt someone lift her headphones away as a deep male voice came from behind her. She jumped slightly and turned to look at the offender.
Minho looked a little apologetic, his fluffy hair framing his face.
“I’m sorry if I startled you.”
She shook her head. She had no reason to be jumpy had she not been feeling strangely guilty.
He peered past her shoulder and saw her barely touched chemistry assignment. She hadn’t been paying an iota of attention since she sat down forty-five minutes ago.
“Are you… okay?”
Not at all.
“Um. Yes. I guess.”
“You’re not at practice.” He stated once again.
“Juniors aren’t actually required to attend Wednesday practice and I…uh. Have too much homework to do?” She pointed at the messy bond chains she had drawn weakly.
It was a blatant, lousy excuse but it was better than telling him it was because she couldn’t figure out the situation and how to solve it properly. That and she felt weak because of that.
Taeyeon looked up at the jock tentatively; his face masked but eyes knowing (he seemed to be able to see through her) and felt bad again.
“Then shouldn’t you be heading home? I’ll give you a ride if you want.”
She bit her lip and nodded before starting to pile her notes into her brown book bag absently. He crossed his arms and leaned against the table.
“Oh. I think I heard Gwiboon say today that she prepared a new choreography today.”
He heard the practically inaudible gasp he was expecting and smiled inwardly.
“And something about having a different formation…”
“Formation? But…” She let out abruptly and looked at him. He wore a challenging expression but it quickly softened as he put a friendly hand on her shoulder,
“You want to attend practice don’t you? It’s still not too late. They’re expecting you.”
She bit her lip and looked at him briefly before she nodded and allowed herself to be pulled along by Minho.
“She’s not going to be here.” Nana whispered to Nicole not-so-softly. The rumour mill had been quite insane this few days- internal revolts and backstabbing; really, was this a war or something- and Key knew Taeyeon had good (more than enough) reason to be absent but somehow she felt a little disappointed.
Key ignored them and continued dancing to Tik Tok when the door to the studio was suddenly pushed open, revealing a slightly uncomfortable looking Taeyeon. She raised an eyebrow when Minho walked in behind her. She was confused momentarily but the puzzle clicked in place quickly enough.
Who knew the jock could be such a nosy parker. And an all-seeing one too, apparently.
She raised both eyebrows at Minho when he stood next to her not saying a word. He leaned close and whispered.
“Hwaiting. And you owe me one again.”
“I hate you sometimes.” She jabbed him in the gut as the rest of the club stared at the new development.
Key just smiled at Taeyeon who was looking a little embarrassed, hard-pressed to say something. The older just shook her head and brought a finger to her lips.
“And torture commences now ladies.”
There was a collective groan.
It wasn’t really that Minho was Key’s ‘bbong’ or slave (as what Onew sometimes liked to joke: “Minho yah, don’t you think we’re sort of like her slaves.” “Lee Jinki-oppa~, what did you say.” “Err. Nothing, Gwiboon-ah, nothing at all.”), it was just that fundamentally; he wanted her to be happy. He gave in to practically all of her whims and fancies.
Perhaps as a middle school kid, he was quite taken by the girl (being diva at ten was no mean feat) but as he grew older, he realized that she wasn’t quite what he was looking for.
At one point he had been fairly influenced by the great social divide and asked Key out. She’d just raised an eyebrow and calmly told him to pick her up at eight. They had fun, very very much but Minho realized that he couldn’t see Key in a romantic way. It didn’t work out and probably never would. That and it became glaringly obvious that Key loved this other person whom he’d played with since childhood.
He’d spent a weekend carefully pondering how he felt. He liked her- loved her even- but he didn’t feel that spark so he decided; he’d be her guardian angel, until she managed to find her own and until he found that mortal he felt that special spark for.
And Minho might have found that mortal, that one day when Key forgot her pompoms.
“And last eight! Left hand down, chest pop, chene, chene, right hand out, pose 1, pose 2, last pose and end!”
Taeyeon felt the sweat drip down her back as she took a deep breath and slid to the floor. She felt good; so very very good. She moved towards her bag where she had stashed a spare towel despite her initial reluctance to attend practice. Krystal came up to her and she looked at her. Amber stood behind her and waved a bit.
“Taeyeonnie.”
Taeyeon felt worry wash over her looking at Krystal’s unreadable expression.
“Ah, yes?”
“Don’t look so worried, we mean no harm, we just wanna talk.” Amber chimed coolly looking at Taeyeon’s all-too-easy-to-read face.
“I apologize if I’m being blunt, but please don’t believe whatever those bit… I mean girls that you call friends have been telling you about Key-unni.” Krystal said, somewhat stiffly, her arms crossed in front of her.
The rest of the dance team seemed to be watching their conversation though Key was still busy discussing something with Nicole. Sulli walked over to them curiously.
“They may say whatever they wish, but we hope that you don’t take everything they say as absolute truth, because it isn’t. I’ve known Key-unni for years because my sister was cheerleading captain at this school prior to her. They are alike and in no way are either of them the way people portray them to be.”
It was probably one of the longest speeches Taeyeon had ever heard Krystal make and she was fairly taken aback. Amber just nodded easily in agreement and remarked,
“Key’s really awesome and I’m sure you know that yourself. Your friends? They’re okay- some are quite nice even, but I’d take what they say at face value.”
“We know you like it here, so please don’t let your wallflower friends influence they way you think.” Sulli had come up to her, eyes wide in earnestness.
Taeyeon felt a bit suffocated, she knew they meant well, but this all served to make her even more befuddled. She looked away and realized Key was suddenly right behind her, one immaculately manicured hand on her back.
“Girls, leave Taeyeon alone, stop disturbing her. Practice is over; let’s get going.” She said snippily and rose one hand when Sulli was about to say something. Amber just shook her head when Krystal looked at her beseechingly.
Key looked to Taeyeon, eyes not meeting hers,
“I’ll take you home, come on.”
Taeyeon blankly followed her and the first half of the ride was excruciating; uncomfortably wordless and as she stared out to the soft glow of streetlights, she somewhat felt like this was all her fault.
“It’s not.”
Her head snapped towards the driver.
“It’s not your fault I mean. The girls should not make you feel this way; we’re all part of a club. I’m not going to force you into anything… It’s all up to you. The wallflowers, I have to admit, I don’t like one bit. But this is our little problem and shouldn’t involve you.”
Key turned to smile at her and she felt even more vexed.
“I…”
“We’re here, sweetie. Good night.” Key said sharply and Taeyeon slowly got out of the car with a mumbled ‘goodbye’.
Her life felt like a messy tug of war.
She stretched unglamorously until she realized that there was a person on the far end of the field headed her direction and... calling her name. Only upon closer observation; Taeyeon realized it was the school's most sought after male. Minho was dressed in his black sporting attire and had a soccer ball tucked under his right arm.
"What are you doing here?"
"Ahh. I’m so sorry! Am i not allowed to be here? Sorry if i disturbed you." she turned away attempting to flee, face turning slightly pink. Key-unni would call this wallflower behaviour, wouldn't she? He caught her arm and turned her to face him. He smiled, handsome as always as his face was lit up by the glorious afternoon sunshine and she thought her heart would pound itself to oblivion.
Stupid, stupid hormones.
"I didn't say you were, Tae. But why aren't you at lunch though?"
"Neither are you." she ventured, mock-bravely.
"I’m always here on Thursday breaks; i have a lighter schedule."
She nodded then stared mindlessly at the grass beneath her converse-clad feet. He peered at her observantly. If there was one thing Choi Minho could claim he did well (aside from sports); it was reading people. Especially girls. But he suspected it was honed from years of being friends with a certain diva too.
"You haven't had lunch."
Nod. A miserable, tired nod.
His eyebrows rose.
"Because you're being stressed by the wall... your friends and your club members."
She looked up; slightly surprised that the athlete would know. He shrugged then reached towards his duffel bag to pull out a muesli bar to present it to her.
"I... thanks." she said meekly but wasted no time in unwrapping it.
They sat in silence for a while until Taeyeon finished the bar (yummy cranberry and walnut) and suddenly turned to look at him pleadingly.
"Would you tell me who to listen to?"
A small tight smile played on his lips.
"And what makes you think whatever i say won't be biased."
She forgot- everyone did say that the jock was dating the head cheerleader. They matched well undoubtedly; though Taeyeon felt that something was a bit off. Then again; the whole school was a bit off anyway. All she wanted to do was to dance- not end up in crazy disputes that involved wallflowers and angels.
She looked at Minho hesitantly- it was his rumoured girlfriend that she was indirectly insulting after all. But somehow, though he was part of the popular crowd; she instinctively trusted him.
"All i want... is to dance. I don't really care what they say." she admitted.
"Then don't."
He looked at her, a soft warm smile on his gorgeous visage.
"Trust in your own instincts. i can't say anything that doesn't sound biased, but you can see for yourself."
"I apologize if key's stressing you out; but you know how she is. Always demanding and bossy." the affection he had for the cheerleader was evident and she felt a small stab of something in her stomach. Teensy weensy but definitely there.
She shook her head mentally.
No.
"Thank you." she said instead. It was true; somehow, being out here with Minho in the nice sunshine and open empty field, she did feel more relaxed than she'd been all week.
"No, thank you, for being out here with me on your lunch break." always the perfect gentleman.
A/N: LOL. I haven’t updated this in forever, I apologize. Taemin is a bit weeaboo here, I don’t like it either but oh wells. Comments appreciated; next chap asap. More stuff will be up too; I’m off hiatus :D
Pairing: Jonghyun x girl!key(Gwiboon), platonic Minkey, 2min(girl!taemin) and quite a few others
Rating: PG
Summary: Gwiboon (also known as Key), is in every way the college’s reigning queen bee- the one that every girl hates but wishes to be. Unfortunately, people like her don’t get the boy of their dreams (handsome, charming neighbor boy with his own rock band) because she’s just not his type; he needs to be with the devoted nerdy girl pining for him. Or is it?
A twist on the usual ‘nice nerdy girl gets boy’ theme!
1 | 2 | 3
Taeyeon tapped her foot to the heavy beats of the song that she was plugged into. She felt the stirrings of the desire to dance but tried hard to quash it away.
“Aren’t you attending dance practice today?” She felt someone lift her headphones away as a deep male voice came from behind her. She jumped slightly and turned to look at the offender.
Minho looked a little apologetic, his fluffy hair framing his face.
“I’m sorry if I startled you.”
She shook her head. She had no reason to be jumpy had she not been feeling strangely guilty.
He peered past her shoulder and saw her barely touched chemistry assignment. She hadn’t been paying an iota of attention since she sat down forty-five minutes ago.
“Are you… okay?”
Not at all.
“Um. Yes. I guess.”
“You’re not at practice.” He stated once again.
“Juniors aren’t actually required to attend Wednesday practice and I…uh. Have too much homework to do?” She pointed at the messy bond chains she had drawn weakly.
It was a blatant, lousy excuse but it was better than telling him it was because she couldn’t figure out the situation and how to solve it properly. That and she felt weak because of that.
Taeyeon looked up at the jock tentatively; his face masked but eyes knowing (he seemed to be able to see through her) and felt bad again.
“Then shouldn’t you be heading home? I’ll give you a ride if you want.”
She bit her lip and nodded before starting to pile her notes into her brown book bag absently. He crossed his arms and leaned against the table.
“Oh. I think I heard Gwiboon say today that she prepared a new choreography today.”
He heard the practically inaudible gasp he was expecting and smiled inwardly.
“And something about having a different formation…”
“Formation? But…” She let out abruptly and looked at him. He wore a challenging expression but it quickly softened as he put a friendly hand on her shoulder,
“You want to attend practice don’t you? It’s still not too late. They’re expecting you.”
She bit her lip and looked at him briefly before she nodded and allowed herself to be pulled along by Minho.
“She’s not going to be here.” Nana whispered to Nicole not-so-softly. The rumour mill had been quite insane this few days- internal revolts and backstabbing; really, was this a war or something- and Key knew Taeyeon had good (more than enough) reason to be absent but somehow she felt a little disappointed.
Key ignored them and continued dancing to Tik Tok when the door to the studio was suddenly pushed open, revealing a slightly uncomfortable looking Taeyeon. She raised an eyebrow when Minho walked in behind her. She was confused momentarily but the puzzle clicked in place quickly enough.
Who knew the jock could be such a nosy parker. And an all-seeing one too, apparently.
She raised both eyebrows at Minho when he stood next to her not saying a word. He leaned close and whispered.
“Hwaiting. And you owe me one again.”
“I hate you sometimes.” She jabbed him in the gut as the rest of the club stared at the new development.
Key just smiled at Taeyeon who was looking a little embarrassed, hard-pressed to say something. The older just shook her head and brought a finger to her lips.
“And torture commences now ladies.”
There was a collective groan.
It wasn’t really that Minho was Key’s ‘bbong’ or slave (as what Onew sometimes liked to joke: “Minho yah, don’t you think we’re sort of like her slaves.” “Lee Jinki-oppa~, what did you say.” “Err. Nothing, Gwiboon-ah, nothing at all.”), it was just that fundamentally; he wanted her to be happy. He gave in to practically all of her whims and fancies.
Perhaps as a middle school kid, he was quite taken by the girl (being diva at ten was no mean feat) but as he grew older, he realized that she wasn’t quite what he was looking for.
At one point he had been fairly influenced by the great social divide and asked Key out. She’d just raised an eyebrow and calmly told him to pick her up at eight. They had fun, very very much but Minho realized that he couldn’t see Key in a romantic way. It didn’t work out and probably never would. That and it became glaringly obvious that Key loved this other person whom he’d played with since childhood.
He’d spent a weekend carefully pondering how he felt. He liked her- loved her even- but he didn’t feel that spark so he decided; he’d be her guardian angel, until she managed to find her own and until he found that mortal he felt that special spark for.
And Minho might have found that mortal, that one day when Key forgot her pompoms.
“And last eight! Left hand down, chest pop, chene, chene, right hand out, pose 1, pose 2, last pose and end!”
Taeyeon felt the sweat drip down her back as she took a deep breath and slid to the floor. She felt good; so very very good. She moved towards her bag where she had stashed a spare towel despite her initial reluctance to attend practice. Krystal came up to her and she looked at her. Amber stood behind her and waved a bit.
“Taeyeonnie.”
Taeyeon felt worry wash over her looking at Krystal’s unreadable expression.
“Ah, yes?”
“Don’t look so worried, we mean no harm, we just wanna talk.” Amber chimed coolly looking at Taeyeon’s all-too-easy-to-read face.
“I apologize if I’m being blunt, but please don’t believe whatever those bit… I mean girls that you call friends have been telling you about Key-unni.” Krystal said, somewhat stiffly, her arms crossed in front of her.
The rest of the dance team seemed to be watching their conversation though Key was still busy discussing something with Nicole. Sulli walked over to them curiously.
“They may say whatever they wish, but we hope that you don’t take everything they say as absolute truth, because it isn’t. I’ve known Key-unni for years because my sister was cheerleading captain at this school prior to her. They are alike and in no way are either of them the way people portray them to be.”
It was probably one of the longest speeches Taeyeon had ever heard Krystal make and she was fairly taken aback. Amber just nodded easily in agreement and remarked,
“Key’s really awesome and I’m sure you know that yourself. Your friends? They’re okay- some are quite nice even, but I’d take what they say at face value.”
“We know you like it here, so please don’t let your wallflower friends influence they way you think.” Sulli had come up to her, eyes wide in earnestness.
Taeyeon felt a bit suffocated, she knew they meant well, but this all served to make her even more befuddled. She looked away and realized Key was suddenly right behind her, one immaculately manicured hand on her back.
“Girls, leave Taeyeon alone, stop disturbing her. Practice is over; let’s get going.” She said snippily and rose one hand when Sulli was about to say something. Amber just shook her head when Krystal looked at her beseechingly.
Key looked to Taeyeon, eyes not meeting hers,
“I’ll take you home, come on.”
Taeyeon blankly followed her and the first half of the ride was excruciating; uncomfortably wordless and as she stared out to the soft glow of streetlights, she somewhat felt like this was all her fault.
“It’s not.”
Her head snapped towards the driver.
“It’s not your fault I mean. The girls should not make you feel this way; we’re all part of a club. I’m not going to force you into anything… It’s all up to you. The wallflowers, I have to admit, I don’t like one bit. But this is our little problem and shouldn’t involve you.”
Key turned to smile at her and she felt even more vexed.
“I…”
“We’re here, sweetie. Good night.” Key said sharply and Taeyeon slowly got out of the car with a mumbled ‘goodbye’.
Her life felt like a messy tug of war.
She stretched unglamorously until she realized that there was a person on the far end of the field headed her direction and... calling her name. Only upon closer observation; Taeyeon realized it was the school's most sought after male. Minho was dressed in his black sporting attire and had a soccer ball tucked under his right arm.
"What are you doing here?"
"Ahh. I’m so sorry! Am i not allowed to be here? Sorry if i disturbed you." she turned away attempting to flee, face turning slightly pink. Key-unni would call this wallflower behaviour, wouldn't she? He caught her arm and turned her to face him. He smiled, handsome as always as his face was lit up by the glorious afternoon sunshine and she thought her heart would pound itself to oblivion.
Stupid, stupid hormones.
"I didn't say you were, Tae. But why aren't you at lunch though?"
"Neither are you." she ventured, mock-bravely.
"I’m always here on Thursday breaks; i have a lighter schedule."
She nodded then stared mindlessly at the grass beneath her converse-clad feet. He peered at her observantly. If there was one thing Choi Minho could claim he did well (aside from sports); it was reading people. Especially girls. But he suspected it was honed from years of being friends with a certain diva too.
"You haven't had lunch."
Nod. A miserable, tired nod.
His eyebrows rose.
"Because you're being stressed by the wall... your friends and your club members."
She looked up; slightly surprised that the athlete would know. He shrugged then reached towards his duffel bag to pull out a muesli bar to present it to her.
"I... thanks." she said meekly but wasted no time in unwrapping it.
They sat in silence for a while until Taeyeon finished the bar (yummy cranberry and walnut) and suddenly turned to look at him pleadingly.
"Would you tell me who to listen to?"
A small tight smile played on his lips.
"And what makes you think whatever i say won't be biased."
She forgot- everyone did say that the jock was dating the head cheerleader. They matched well undoubtedly; though Taeyeon felt that something was a bit off. Then again; the whole school was a bit off anyway. All she wanted to do was to dance- not end up in crazy disputes that involved wallflowers and angels.
She looked at Minho hesitantly- it was his rumoured girlfriend that she was indirectly insulting after all. But somehow, though he was part of the popular crowd; she instinctively trusted him.
"All i want... is to dance. I don't really care what they say." she admitted.
"Then don't."
He looked at her, a soft warm smile on his gorgeous visage.
"Trust in your own instincts. i can't say anything that doesn't sound biased, but you can see for yourself."
"I apologize if key's stressing you out; but you know how she is. Always demanding and bossy." the affection he had for the cheerleader was evident and she felt a small stab of something in her stomach. Teensy weensy but definitely there.
She shook her head mentally.
No.
"Thank you." she said instead. It was true; somehow, being out here with Minho in the nice sunshine and open empty field, she did feel more relaxed than she'd been all week.
"No, thank you, for being out here with me on your lunch break." always the perfect gentleman.
A/N: LOL. I haven’t updated this in forever, I apologize. Taemin is a bit weeaboo here, I don’t like it either but oh wells. Comments appreciated; next chap asap. More stuff will be up too; I’m off hiatus :D